She is not certain why she follows her father here except he has asked and she has never been one to turn down such things. She is a quiet girl, content to walk amongst her mother’s flowers and learn the beauty of her gifts, but she has never wanted for more. She has never desired any kind of power of attention outside of the gentle love of her family. Never wanted for more.
Still, she loves her father and she respects him.
So when he asks, she follows.
They walk side by side although more than once she cranes her elegant neck back to look toward her brother who follows at a distance. Something in her heart twists at the sight of him but she doesn’t elaborate or dwell on it. He will always sit in the primary seat there, and she will always be the first to give him the full width of her attention. The full breadth of it.
Even Midnight and Malone, who she care for in such different ways, do not compete.
She startles a little when her father’s voice breaks through her thoughts and her smile grows just a touch sheepish as she dips her head, the waves of inky black mane hiding her expression. When she glances up at him, she rolls her shoulders.
“I am not sure, to be honest.” She doesn’t raise her voice and although she hopes that her brother doesn’t hear them talking, she also doesn’t hide it from him. “I want him too but I haven’t had time to ask him. He is so busy these days.” With adventures, she is sure, although she doesn’t feel any twinge of jealousy. She could not begrudge him even if she tried.
as the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet